He was moaning and writing as his Aunt relentlessly played with the young boy's penis, scrambling the circuits of his brain with contradictory inputs.... Her voice continued lovingly insisting that he hold the 'offering position', while her hands made doing so virtually impossible.With her hands, she was overwhelming the boy with stimulation that he couldn't handle, and with her words she was cooing, encouraging, and demanding that he hold his offering position still and endure the torturous. .. but you never really said about whether you would be a nudist." A bit nervously, almost."I did kind of avoid answering the question," I agreed. I looked at her but she wouldn't meet my eyes, now. "So, uh, to answer ... sure, I would try it, in the right company." ' ... in the right company'?" she echoed. "That's funny. Hah. No one wants to get naked in bad company," she observed, with unexpected, wry maturity -- but still studying her lap.I laughed out loud. "That's an excellent way to put. We were truly soul mates, and we werevery much in love. Mark gave me a beautiful pendant with our picturesinside. He had it engraved, Mark and Michelle, 7/1/72. I looked at himquizzically, 72? He said that's when he'd be done and be back for me!When he walked out the door I cried. I was sure my life was over, Ididn't want to go back to San Francisco, I wanted to marry the guy andlive my life on the south side and have six kids like his mother. Then Irealized what Mark had done was unfair, I. He would tell me how good I was and how much better I sucked him than his wife. Oh, by the way, I never fucked his daughter again.Over time, he began to share me with his golfing friends, including his parish priest. My cock sucking skills only improved to where I was in high demand. I could not get enough cock and cum.One day when I was sucking the priest, he whispered to me how much he would like to fuck me. This was a complete shock, as none of the men had ever hinted at such a thing.After.